The mirror

The darkness begins to set in

The blinds begin to unfurl

As I am left to myself

Abandoned by all those who term themselves my friends.

The value of the light of friendship goes unappreciated

Repent does everyone when

They begin to fear.

Fear… fear… what do people fear

I fear fear,

Every man fears what he does not understand,

I fear the darkness.

Death is the light at the end

Of a dark road.

But I cannot wait for death,

Plodding along the darkness inside of me,

I have lost sight of myself,

Become numb.

Thick is the darkness, too thick

To be penetrated by any external light.

I want to be an outsider to myself

And then judge myself,

Not be one who passes judgment on himself without observing him and

Understanding what he feels

A mirror would be the best gift I can get.

Not any mirror, but one that

Is illuminated by a light

The light of realization

I want to look at myself in the mirror in the darkness.

As the light spreads the darkness

Inside absorbing the very essence of

Joy, anger, fear developing beyond

The point of human demarcation and

The focus on one still remains

Love, the true source of joy if

At all it exists

The source of warmth if there

Is cold

The source of brightness if

There is dark

Yet a contradiction to all the above

As I gaze into those dreamy eyes

I realize the true source

Love in nothingness

A vacuum

A vacuum of love.

The pest

Eggs laid in all weird places

Drains, ditches and more

Slowly the young one’s break out

To brave the world

A world filled with hungry people

Yet here are few who never go hungry

Jeans, wood, plastic

Everything as delicious as vanilla ice- cream

They live for themselves and only for them

How very similar to our modern lives

While a nuclear bomb would kill us

The cockroach still survives

Symbols

As the day dawns

The dew on the grass glitters

The sun sparkles through the rooftops

The birds begin to chirp

The squirrels begin their search

The snake begins to crawl

The flowers bloom

The clouds begin to move

The trees begin to sway

The dew is washed away

This is the awakening of the animal

The animal we call the human

The cloud bursts

Trees fall

Flowers wither

But the sun still shines

A symbol of hope

All that’s left of our beautiful home

Coconuts

A virgin beach

A sandbank covered with coconut trees

Swaying gently to the wind

Telling the tale of change

Each sway ticking time off

The eternal clock of hope.

A rush, a whoosh and down falls

A coconut, hard and fibrous, yet soft and gentle,

I watch it slowly roll down the sandy slope

With a gentle splash it enters

It enters the oblivion of the vast ocean

I watch it bobbing in the distance

As it slowly fades into the horizon,

As a speck of hope in the horizon disappears

Another falls and begins its seemingly long and inconsequent journey…

The coconuts move on

So does time

But I still stand there

Refusing to accept oblivion

Refusing to accept change

Slowly the coconut trees are outnumbered

The coconuts reduce

The silence pierced by whirring noises made by man

One last coconut falls

And with it fades the hope for man

As the noises continue

Few realize…

The alarm has begun to ring.

breed

Time wears on

Seconds tick

Hearts beat

Bees buzz

Lizards crawl

Snakes slither

Flowers bloom

Mangoes ripen

Children awaken

Lions roar

Seeds germinate

Man rises

Builds memories

Develops paths

To what?

Hunger… poverty

Misery… illiteracy

War… sadness

Death

And still

The only

Thing we

Still do

Breed

In the misery

In the poverty

In the hunger

Breed prosperity, hunger

Breed dependence, hatred

Breed Humanity